It was twenty-three minutes past seven. The time when Xavier would come to her house and they walk to the bus stop together. It was their daily routine. He would pick her up and they would walk together to the bus stop. She would often lay her head on his shoulder throughout the entire ride.
She could hear the clatter of dishes, her father was washing the dishes from their breakfast and she was watching the clock hand tick.
Tick.
Tick.
It reached 6.
Tick tick.
It's reached 8.
Tick and tick and tick. It seems to move at an amazingly well speed that it didn't in maths period.
Twenty four.
It was Seven twenty-four am. One minute till he came to get her.
The one who saw her naked. And he whistled.
God. God. God. God. She closed her eyes forcefully and grimaced. Why did it have to happen?!
Why can't she falls sick or hurt herself this once? When she needs it the most?
